Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
“You think we’re gonna let you go this alone?” Kane scoffed. “Asshole messes with you, he messes with the rest of us.”
“That’s right,” Theo and River agreed, and Cash barely gave a nod from where he leaned against the wall.
Still, nerves rattled through Otto, his mind a slog of second thoughts that he was having about dragging his brothers into the war he was about to start.
But truth be told, Gideon and Dusty had started that war that night almost three years ago when they’d sought Haddie and Raven out at the club’s bar, and he’d sealed it when he’d set Otto up to go down for possession.
Otto was sure that Gideon had been responsible.
Sure that it hadn’t been random.
Gideon had never liked him. A sentiment Otto had wholeheartedly returned.
He was supposed to be his brother.
Iron Owls swearing an oath of loyalty to each other.
But there’d always been something about Gideon and his group that had set Otto off kilter. No trust to be found. And the bastard had proven Otto had a right to be leery time and again.
Now, it’d grown to this rampant hate that tore at Otto’s insides.
He still couldn’t believe that Haddie had been with this fucker the whole time he’d been locked away. Killed him to think of his sister being used up by this scumbag.
Otto had confronted her when he’d picked her up in the middle of the night two days ago. And he’d nearly gone on a murder spree when Haddie had admitted that Gideon had hit her earlier that night when they’d gotten into an argument.
Otto had demanded that she never talk to him again. Warned her all over again how dangerous he was. Told her he was pretty sure he’d been responsible for setting him up.
Haddie had promised she’d cut things off, but that didn’t mean this betrayal wasn’t going to go without retribution.
This motherfucker was going to get the message that Otto wasn’t one to be trifled with. He’d fuckin’ destroy anyone who messed with his sister.
Strains of country music infiltrated the air from the dive bar that sat on the outskirts of the city. Trent had given Otto the inside that Gideon and his crew were going on a run on that side of town, and Otto knew from experience that the assholes would likely end up here.
It was another clue that things had gone amiss in the ranks of Iron Owls, fact that Trent was giving them up. Trent wasn’t going to stand for someone fucking with River and Otto’s sisters. Gideon should have fuckin’ known what was coming for him.
“You ready to let these motherfuckers know they messed with the wrong Owls?” Theo spat as he flicked his cigarette to the ground and stubbed it out with the toe of his boot.
“Yup, let’s do it,” Kane said, tossing his neck to the side to crack it.
Each of the men shared a look. Their own loyalty. They might have been part of the Owls, but there was no oath greater than the one the five of them had made to each other.
Then Otto scooped up the can of gasoline, and the five of them strode around the corner, steps long and full of purpose as they moved for the row of seven bikes parked out front. The ones they knew well.
The ones they made quick work of toppling into a pile and dousing with gasoline.
And Otto?
His grin was far too satisfied when he struck the match and watched the bikes go up in flames.
FIFTY-TWO
RAVEN
I awoke held in the strength of Otto’s arms. His breaths were long and deep, and his lids barely fluttered as he searched through his dreams.
Joy gushed from my spirit.
A deluge that surged and flooded, spilling through my body and overriding every question and reservation I’d ever held in my heart.
My gaze raced to take him in like this—so at peace—all the volatility that he radiated washed away, like he was captive to the same joy that bound me to him.
Affection pulsed as I traced the harsh, gorgeous edges of his face. Over his sharp brow and distinct nose, down to his jaw that was covered in stubble and the designs that covered his neck.
Carefully, I moved, slipping out from under the sheets and swinging a leg over his middle. As if he sensed the movement in his sleep, he followed the action, his hands gliding over my bottom and up to my waist as he rolled onto his back.
He groaned when I pressed myself against his cock. He was hard, so big beneath me that I had to wonder if what he’d been chasing behind his closed lids was me.
I thought maybe so because when they fluttered open there was no surprise on his face. There was only a cocky contentedness in the tweak of the smile that stretched across his full, plump lips.